Thursday, January 14, 2010

Magic.

My sister took these pics. She can. Her children are grown-up and she has a life, again. These are places that the characters in my books might go, too.

These are winter scenes at Point Judith, in RI.  I don't know about you, but when I look at these, I can feel the chill wind in my hair, smell the salt and hear the swish-hiss-sizzle of the waves on the rocks. I can hear the gulls scree-ing overhead. My cheeks feel cold from the winter air, my sneakered feet sink in the sand and I feel utterly at peace. The world is a magical place.
Enjoy.


2 comments:

  1. Ooooh, thems 'r purty! :D


    Adam

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  2. Yeah, they are. I would give my right arm--probably my left, too--to be there right now. Alone, that is.

    Technically, I could go there right now, but I'd have a small person with me and it would be an adventure in rock-throwing and avoiding wet shoes. Not the well-filling experience I'm seeking.

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